Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Blood gushed from Xiao Hongchen's mouth and nose, his once handsome face was now mostly sunken, and his golden soul power shield dissipated inch by inch like shattered glass.

The three-legged toad's martial spirit suddenly dimmed, its three legs twitched uncontrollably, and its four spirit rings floated dimly around its body, no longer able to maintain its martial spirit form.

The entire room fell silent.

The audience, who were just a moment ago exclaiming in amazement at Xiao Hongchen's 128 soul-guided cannons, were now all gaping, forgetting even to breathe.

Those hundreds of level-four soul-guided cannons, which had been placed on high hopes, were like fragile toys in front of Lu Ren, easily sliced ​​in two by an invisible slash. Metal fragments were scattered all over the ground, reflecting the blinding sunlight, as if silently mocking something.

"What... what kind of soul skill is that?" someone whispered, their throat dry.

"One punch was enough to beat Xiao Hongchen into this state?"

"What was that black light just now? Was it a soul skill? But he didn't activate any soul rings!"

On the referee's stand, Xuan Ziwen suddenly stood up.

Her messy hair was standing on end, and the dark circles under her eyes seemed to have faded a bit.

He stared intently at Lu Ren's fist, his eyes filled with fanatical curiosity, like a hungry man suddenly seeing a feast.

"An invisible slash is one thing, but what is this black light?"

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying the excitement unique to a researcher.

"Its speed is so fast it breaks through the limits of soul power, and its strength far surpasses that of a Soul Master of the same level. The power of that punch just now wasn't simple; it seemed to distort space for a moment... What the hell is that?!"

Now Xuan Ziwen finally understood why the hall master wanted him to observe the little guy up close and see what was so special about him.

The black light that could distort space just now was undoubtedly not a soul skill, but a technique that Lu Ren used to combine his soul power with his fists to create a critical hit.

If this principle were also applied to the field of soul tools...

On the platform, Lin Jiayi almost dropped the megaphone in his hand.

He looked at Xiao Hongchen, who had been smashed into the audience and whose life was unknown, and then at Lu Ren, who was still standing calmly in the middle of the field. His mind went blank.

That's a laugh at the mortal world.

The grandson of the Master of Mingde Hall, the greatest genius in the history of the Sun Moon Empire, a level 49 Soul Master.

But the result?

He didn't even touch the hem of Lu Ren's clothes.

In the stands, Meng Hongchen suddenly stood up.

His large, light blue eyes were filled with disbelief, and his hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

She knew her brother's strength best. With a soul power of level 49 and the metal control of the three-legged toad, even ordinary Soul Kings and level 5 Soul Masters were no match for him.

But he couldn't even last one move against Lu Ren?

"elder brother!"

Meng Hongchen cried out in alarm and was about to rush off the field.

"etc."

A steady voice pulled her back.

Jing Hongchen had walked up to her side at some point, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the young man in the arena, his eyes churning with turbulent emotions, yet he forced himself to remain calm.

He could clearly sense that the power contained in Lu Ren's punch just now belonged neither to soul power nor to any known martial soul talent.

It was something domineering and pure, yet possessing destructive power that could crush everything in its path.

"He's fine," Jing Hongchen said calmly. "He just fainted. His bones aren't broken, and his soul power is just trembling. The other party has already shown mercy."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than medical staff rushed over with a stretcher and carefully carried the unconscious Xiao Hongchen away.

As they passed Lu Ren, the medical staff instinctively quickened their pace, their eyes filled with awe.

"Grandpa," Meng Hongchen tentatively whispered, "Even my brother is like this, so I don't need to go on stage, right? My brother's strength is above mine..."

"Do you know why I absolutely need you guys to play?"

Jing Hongchen looked at Lu Ren on the stage, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

This result was even better than he had expected.

"You and your brother have had it too easy growing up, which has led to your brother becoming so arrogant and looking down on everyone."

"Now that you've finally encountered some obstacles and your brother has suffered a bit, it will be extremely beneficial for him."

He paused, then continued:

"The Continental Soul Master Tournament is about to begin. I hope that when you fight against Shrek Academy, you can see from them how powerful Soul Masters fight and how they defeat their opponents."

Meng Hongchen's lips twitched:

"I hit Lu Ren? Really?"

She looked at the boy in the arena who hadn't even activated his martial spirit from beginning to end, then at her brother who was being carried away, her tone tinged with despair.

"The gap is just too big; there's no way we can beat him!"

"It's up to you to figure out how to defeat him, not me."

Jing Hongchen smiled, raised his hand and patted his granddaughter's head, his eyes full of affection.

"Just do your best."

Meng Hongchen took a deep breath, looked at her grandfather's encouraging eyes, and slowly nodded.

"Yes, Grandpa."

……

On the stage.

Lu Ren withdrew his fist, and the black light at his fingertips quietly dissipated.

He glanced at Xiao Hongchen being carried away, his expression unchanged.

Then he raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the still-shocked audience in the stands, finally settling on the figure walking towards him.

Meng Hongchen slowly walked onto the competition stage.

Her long, straight silver hair was all gathered into a ponytail on the right side, and her large, light blue eyes stared intently at Lu Ren. Even in her loose school uniform, her already well-developed and shapely figure was still evident.

Meng Hongchen's appearance can be described as extremely beautiful, but at this moment her pretty little face was filled with nervousness.

She stopped in front of Lu Ren, took a deep breath, and walked over.

"My name is Meng Hongchen, nice to meet you."

"Lu Ren".

Even when facing a beautiful girl, Lu Ren still maintained an extremely concise self-introduction.

"Both sides retreat to the waiting area." Xuan Ziwen's voice came from the referee's stand, tinged with impatience, "The match begins!"

The moment the match began, Meng Hongchen raised both palms.

The next moment, all her exposed skin, including her face and palms, turned snow-white.

It was as white as jade, crystal clear, except for its eyes, which had suddenly turned blood red, making it look terrifying and eerie.

A faint blue light flickered in the palms of her hands.

Only now did the brilliance of her spirit rings appear on her body.

Two yellow and two purple rings – the standard optimal soul ring combination.

At the same time, a figure of light and shadow slowly appeared behind her.

It was a pure white toad, with eyes as red as hers at that moment.

This is Meng Hongchen's martial soul, the Zhu Qing Ice Toad, which possesses both ice and fire attributes and a highly poisonous ability, making it extremely unique.

Furthermore, she also possesses a cold poison within her body, which can backfire on its owner.

If not handled properly, the Soul Master will die from the cold poison attacking their heart. Therefore, it is rare for someone of this type of Martial Soul to cultivate into a powerful being.

Meng Hongchen faced Lu Ren and immediately struck out with a palm.

A white stream of energy, a foot in diameter, surged forth from this palm strike and rushed straight towards Lu Ren, causing her first spirit ring to light up.

The airflow was not fast; it was white with a faint bluish tinge, like a wisp of mist, and slowly drifted toward Lu Ren.

Lu Ren stood still, without moving an inch.

Just kidding, it would be a miracle if he got poisoned.

After all, the system gave him the template of Yuujin Itadori, and his physical attributes also possessed the ability of the Nine Phases Diagram, and his blood contained strong toxins.

Therefore, it can be said that he completely overcame the illusion of the mortal world.

The poisonous fog enveloped Lu Ren's body.

one second.

two seconds.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

As the white mist dissipated, Lu Ren was still the same Lu Ren, his expression unchanged, his breathing unchanged, and even his posture unchanged.

Meng Hongchen's pupils contracted slightly.

Her poison had absolutely no effect on him?